THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO PREVENT-

The wind whispered uneasily through the Hundred Acre Wood, rustling the leaves like secrets passed in the dark. It had been many seasons since Christopher Robin last wandered these familiar trails, his laughter now only a memory among the trees. He had grown up—as boys must—and left the wood behind, believing the magic would wait forever. But magic, like forests, can fade if not fiercely protected.

Now, a shadow loomed where sunshine once danced. Rumors crept in like ivy: a developer, suit-clad and smiling, had eyes on the land. Plans of pavement, concrete, and cul-de-sacs threatened to erase every hollow tree, every burrow, every honey-laced memory. The animals—Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, and the rest—felt it in their bones. Their home was in danger.

As twilight fell and the first machines growled at the forest’s edge, a quiet resolve stirred. The Hundred Acre Wood would not fall without a fight.